When We're The Only Ones Remaining
(A/N: AU she stayed at Ilyria) (A/N 2: I won't tell you the pairing but I promise you, you haven't seen it yet; this is the twist no one thought of yet; it is outside of the box; if you want to flame go ahead and if you want to remain brainwashed then don't read it, but if you want to read something different then read and review!)
Chapter 1:
Viola sighed. Nothing was right anymore. Her boyfriend, Duke, was not what she had thought she was. He had put up a façade; a mask, and Viola had failed to see him for who he really was. She had thought he was deep, perfect, and flawless. She had no idea that he was really a monster, waiting to explode; waiting to attack. It had been going on for weeks now. She realized that he had been using her to master his reputation. But at the darkest hour of the night, when the moon wasn't even up, he hit her. He cut her with a knife, yelled at her, and treated her like a slave. Viola had no clue why, and she was falling to pieces.
She sits on the corner, a strand of sandy brown hair falling gently over her left eye, concealing tears just recently shed. Her soft hair caressed her pallid face, hiding her brilliant light blue eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but no one could see her. She looked down to see the satin light green dress she had on. On the side, there was an abrupt tear, the fabric severed jaggedly. There was dark, almost dry crimson red blood on her right leg. It stained her dress. She looked like an ethereal being, a massless ghost, just waiting there with a beautiful face unseen and unloved, waiting to be found. She brought her hand up to her eye and wiped away an icy tear. She realized that it was really cold outside. She couldn't feel it, because her soul was numb. She couldn't feel it, because the man she thought she loved had just broken her heart. She had thought Duke was perfect, with his perfect hair and his slim, wiry, muscular body and his scary emerald eyes. Long ago, she had fallen in love with him, because she had thought he was the only one who could see her soul…the only one who would talk to her, as a person, not an invisible spirit, lurking on the outside looking in, watching with a pained smile.
But she had been wrong. He had started to hurt her, first with his fist, and then with the knife. That dreaded, bloody knife. She thought she could tough it out, but then she found out that he was cheating on her, too. He wasn't cheating on her with just anyone; she wasn't some random slut. No, he was cheating on her with…Olivia. That was it. It was so over.She planned to end it herself on her date that night, but he ended it himself that night, dumping her in front of millions of people, putting the shame and blame only on her jaded shoulders. She looked up at the dark midnight sky, gazing at the abyss where the stars used to be. She gazed up at the emptiness, breathing in with a bereft sigh, hoping to find something, anything, but she couldn't. She started to get up, rising as the last remaining silhouette in a poisoned world of a martyr species. She felt a warm arm on her shoulder, and then a soft voice, barely there. "Sit down, Viola."
She looked up. It was her brother. His soft, protecting, deep chocolate brown eyes were gazing into her light blue eyes.
"Why did Duke do this to me, Sebastian?" Viola asked in-between tears. "It's okay, sis. Everything will be okay now," he said, putting his arm around her. Viola nodded. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, and she was glad that she wasn't completely alone in the dark night. "Why did I trust him, Sebastian? Why? All this time, he was cheating on me with Olivia…."
"With Olivia?" Sebastian asked.
"You were with her, weren't you?"
"No, I broke up with her about a month ago. I figured something was going on; whenever I looked into her eyes I could tell that she was lying to me, hiding something from me. I couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't trust me, and I couldn't trust her. We just weren't meant for each other, I guess," Sebastian said.
"Who are you with now?" Viola asked.
"No one," Sebastian said.
Viola nodded. "Let's go home, Vi. It's cold and muggy out. It's not safe."
Viola wiped a tear from her eye and stood up, her legs a little shaky. "Are you alright, Vi? I mean, really, are you alright…inside….?" Sebastian asked, in a concerned, caring, soft voice. Silence hovered in midair, and then Viola said, softly, barely a whisper in a wind, "I will be." But Sebastian could hear her.
And as the two forgotten souls slowly walked home, taking in the frigid, bereft night, something started that neither of them could admit yet. But they were the only ones; they were the only ones there, and no one could see them…they lived in a world where they were alone, isolated, and misunderstood, but they didn't have to be. The night was no where near perfect; in fact it was far from perfect; but some things just fell into place that night.
Things that were meant to be.